Saturday, August 2013. Early afternoon. Joinville-Le-Pont platform. RER A line, Zeus train pulls in. Air thick, milky sky heavy with storm threat. Sparse crowd. Tourists in shorts. I spot seats by the window. Slide in, direction of travel. Next to me: burly guy, forties, East European vibe. Rough, stocky. Jean, tee, three-day beard, buzzed hair. Big beer can in fist. Across: cute blonde, early thirties, English rose look. Short skirt, heeled sandals. Playful eyes. She’s petite, opposite his brute bulk. She sat first. He pounced opposite her prey.
Train lurches. Eyes wander. Hers drop. Fixed low. Follow her gaze. His crotch. Legs splayed casual. She lifts eyes. Locks his. Spark ignites. Hypnotic stare. He matches, pupils dilate. I’m spectator. Heart quickens. Pulse throbs neck. Heat builds in humid car.
The Fever
She pinches lips. Crosses legs easy, small frame. Brushes his knee deliberate. His breath hitches. I spot bulge cresting thigh. Hand lands there. Wipes fingers excuse. Gulps beer. Her eyes ping-pong: his stare, his swell. Tongue traces lip edge. Slow. Wet. She’s igniting him. But power flips. Her submission? No. She’s reeling him.
Sweat beads my neck. Car rocks. Tension coils gut. His hand lingers. Circles subtle. Over denim. Moist palms rub. She watches hungry. Cilia flutter command. Heart hammers chest. Air thickens lust.
Approaching Nation. She twists. Uncrosses, recrosses thighs. Grazes him again. Eyes steel. His strokes quicken. Fabric strains. She devours motion. Bites tongue tip. Shows thrill. His face twists. Groan lost in tunnel roar. Stain blooms jean. Hot spurt soaks. He cums. Pulse races mine. Skin flushes fire.
The Blaze
Not done. Her smile wicked. Tongue laps lips fuller. More. He cracks. Urine flows. Soaks jean, seat. Next to me. Acrid stench cuts moist heat. Like beast marked. Dog in heat for her bitch. She beams. Legs cross anew. Thrill quivers her.
Châtelet nears. Final jab. He tips can. Beer floods piss stain. Splashes her sandals, feet. She flushes crimson. Inner quake hits. Eyes break. Hand forehead. Stares window. She rises. Descends silent. No glance back. Station swallows her.
Skin still burns. Heart slows ragged. Unique rush lingers. Control lost. Primal win.